As I get older, I try to accept what comes versus being upset about didn't happen. Mostly, what didn't happen is what happens in life: off I set out for a writing retreat and what I got was a friendly gathering. What I wanted was a gathering of friends, and I ended up with a therapy session. On and on, time and time again, I think one thing and another happens.
It reminds me of the summer I dated three Mikes: One would call and another would show up. I had to be ready to accept the outcome right there at the front door.
When I was younger, though--and aside from the Mikes--this acceptance wasn't easy for me. I actually tried to fight it and hard. I'd push things into the boxes I'd made for them, boxes full of fluffy blankets just waiting for the things to rest on.
Here, I thought. Stay there.
Alas, the things hated the boxes and the blankets.
So now I don't bring out a box or a blanket, though I want to. I don't tell the things what I want them to do, though I want to do that as well. Or, to put it another way, I don't even answer the door sometimes, letting the Mike du jour stand out on the porch.
The thing I want is often not the thing I need at all. So, as they say, be it.
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